I’ve come here to appeal,
This is not worth to be real:
The rivals and competitors,
The wolves in the sheep’s skin.
The guilty seeks for denial,
The innocent gets to the trial.
I think you know what I mean:
The people’s life is survival.
The government drowns in corruption
And the ship we’d embarked got disruption,
And the crown on the head of a rascal;
Dear Lord, will it go on reduction?
I’m confused cause it’s not the world I fit
And I know there’s no way I can change it.
I’m a kid in the skin of an old man
I’m a writer, and that’s what I stand on.